brother_nature | Golden Peacock

At first I didn't have a wish. All I wanted was to win. After all, my family had been hosting the ritual in our territory for roughly two hundred years.

[And what better way to prove herself as a worthy heir than to lay claim to the Holy Grail?]

Either way, it doesn't much matter here.

Hah! A fuckin' host? You are up there with the lords and ladies, ain't ya? Sounds to me someone wanted to show off for mama and papa.

[When you're already on top of society, you don't have to prove shit. Best to keep your cards close to you and let those beneath you run around, he thinks. Only exert power when needed. . .which, is a bit hypocritical, with as much as he boasts and flaunts. He shakes his head.]

Nah, I'm thinking you're pretty lucky. Cuz what if you had died in your little vanity battle? Pride don't mean much if you're dead.

In a sense, maybe, but my father died ten years prior, and my mother not long after that.

[In her case the ritual isn't highly regarded in typical mage circles and as such her family is only considered standard at best - as far as mage families go.]

As far as luck goes, I wouldn't really agree. None of my opponents really could match me, and my luck is actually quite terrible. I mean, I ended up in here with you, didn't I? Someone more interested in shedding blood than collecting cards.

Hooh, my condolences. You sound real choked up about it. [Likely just time and her stating it as a simple fact, but damn girl.

Then that gets a laugh out of him. Shots fired.]

There's that sour yuzu rearing its head again! Kind of a skill to talk yourself up and take a shot at me in one swoop. Though if you were really that good, I doubt ya would've ended up here.

[There are a lot of powerful people here of course, but he figures she would have won her little home game already if she were that good. Then again, he thought the same about himself.]

If ya rather I fuck ya than kill ya, you could just say so. But I figured spice ain't exactly to your taste.

The real question is if all that focus on bloodshed makes you boring otherwise. Would you rather have a few test runs with other guests before deciding to tackle me?

[The last time she met someone overly confident about throwing around their weight (Narumi Gen) he ended up as a disappointment. Mostly due to his self-centered nature which meant the man got off but Rin left less than satisfied.

Well, that and he lied to her about his rank. So Rin ended up losing her chance at a payout.]

[ Wow. Wow!! He stomps over, looming over her.]

Hey now, I said you could try and piss me off, but that's just insultin'! I ain't gotta prove shit to no one, but you think I'm gonna let you get away with that?? Don't lump me with some no name sad chumps.

[With about seven inches he has over her, Rin certainly has to look up when he gets that close.]

Oh, get away with what? I didn't even say anything concrete about you. Are you that upset about baseless conjecture?

Yea.

[Just, says it heckin' bluntly. How dare she imply he ain't shit??]

That's how rumors and shit start, and I don't got time for that nonsense. I've got a rep to keep up. If folks don't die permanently then that means I gotta deal with idiots even after I shut 'em up by rippin' out their throats. So best just cut it off at the source!

Is that right? Are you going to teach me a lesson about running my mouth?

[A devilish grin spreads across her lips. Truth be told, she likes being a thorn in someone's side. A pill, a brat, or whatever else you'd like to call it.]

[She's not beating the yuzu flavor allegations!! He's quiet for a moment, narrowing his eye, before reaching over to cup her chin in his hand.]

Maybe I oughta.

How about a bet?

[Taking pride in how she has gotten under his skin, Rin allows him to touch and hold her as he likes.]

I'm listening. What are your terms?

We do it, right here and now.

I get you to scream, you take that back.

If ya don't--you hold anything in, don't make a peep, you can say whatever you want about me, and I ain't allowed to try and kill ya. [A beat.] For like a month, at least.

[He knows his own limitations okay, he's very bad at not trying to kill things. But after the one two combo of insulting his brother AND his ability, he's gotta try something dammit.]

[She can't help it. Immediately Rin bursts into laughs. Meanwhile one of her hands settles at his waist, and she moves closer.]

A month! Ah, self-restraint isn't your strongest ability. Okay, okay. I agree!

[The laughter spilling from her may seem mocking, but it's got an edge of sincere amusement to it. A portion not touched by malice or judgment. Instead it's just bright, and warm.]

Have you slept with anyone before?

It reeeally isn't. Consider that your fair warning.

[The laughter initially spikes a bit of irritation in him, but it's quickly drowned out by how surprisingly genuine it seems. Huh. Maybe Miss Yuzu isn't so bitter down to her core.

But more importantly, that sounded like a firm go ahead to him, and with the touch of her hand, that seals it. He starts trying to guide her over to the sofa.]

I've been with more folks than you have years of life. But if you're counting here, just a couple.

[One involves a lion dick. He's learning new things he is not sure he wanted answers to.]

Hah, then your experience and your nature have a battle to wage, don't they?

[Experience may make him skilled, but lack of restraint may ruin the encounter. Well, perhaps it would for normal people. Rin, despite her pride and boasting, has a seed of self-loathing buried deep within her. Its roots stretch and curl over every piece of her. Even going as fair as to color her tastes and what she enjoys. Including finding thrill in certain types of pain and punishment.

He leads her to the sofa, and she complies. The hand at Chobe's waist falls away to instead begin hiking up the hem of her sweater dress. She'd find it annoying if he were to try and tear at her pantyhose for ease of access, so she intends to shed them.]

I've been here for over a year, but I'm not very popular. Please excuse me if I make a mistake~

[The teasing lilt to her voice implies something else about her words. That perhaps she's unpopular because of her abrasive attitude, and not because she's terrible in the sack. In fact one might say Rin is frustratingly focused on her partner's enjoyment over her own, but that's because she views any pleasure she might feel as a sign of vulnerability.]

[Rin sweetie please consider therapy.

Not from Chobe though, he'd just pile on the issues, a licensed professional of nothing good. She's correct in her assumptions though; he's impatient, forward, and stopping himself from ripping off her outfit. It's fine though, his eye sizing up her body proper, and a crack of a smile confirming he likes what he's seeing. A little bit of a tease is fine, and besides, he's the one that set up the bet's conditions. He'll need to take his time if he wants to win.]

If I do my job right, you won't have to do shit.

[She might not believe it, but he's slept with folks with far more off putting personalities. She's abrasive, but she's honest, and that's a refreshing flavor. Kind of like a yuzu itself, huh! While she works on kicking those stockings off, he pushes himself on her, leaning her back to try and get at her neck. He never said he wouldn't be a little feral, and he's gotta see what her boundaries are and all! Time to bite and suck at her neck with those jagged, sharp teeth of his.]

[Won't have to do anything, hm? A stifled laugh hums in her throat as she tilts her head. The angle gives him more room at that tender column. Her pale, unblemished skin ready for the way his teeth sink in.

The sting of pain makes her sigh. Warm breath falling from her lips as her heart rate kicks up. The suckling will leave its mark, she's sure, and later on she'll be reminded of how quickly the tides turned once the bet was made. However Tohsaka isn't really happy just lying back and letting things happen. Her own restlessness takes hold, and her hands begin groping at his body. Feeling at the fabrics he's dressed in and seeking for ways to remove them while he goes for her throat.]

Like a predator, hm? Tackling the jugular first.

[She doesn't mind. After all, she's started there plenty of times herself.]

Just gettin' a taste.

[More muttered than outright stated, not wanting to lift his head. She's soft but durable, the an ideal body to tear apart. He restrains himself though, instead just biting hard enough to draw a thin trail of blood, licking at it while his hands move blindly to get under her sweater. He's gotta get a feel for her, see what she likes. That's the goal here.

Adapt, assess, do what he needs to and what he wants, that's how he lives his life. Be whatever he needs to be in the moment. The world is ever changing, and more often than not, he adapts to kill. Now, he has to pleasure. The stakes aren't actually like, high here, he knows this, but everyone is allowed to be shallow and prideful every so often, dangit.

He's already shirtless, having tossed it earlier to assess the wound from the magic bullet, but it's been all healed up. While that mark doesn't remain, she'll find he's covered scars, and good, solid muscle, more lean than brick. He's got some fancy dress slacks still on, much to his annoyance--the wardrobe wasn't his choice. He's already hard, but he's keeping that in his pants for now.]

[The moment he breaks her skin is when Rin's breath hitches. Brief and sharp just like his bite — soon to be replaced by the slick warmth of his tongue as he laps her up. In that moment it makes her wonder just how many worlds work like hers. Where Rin comes from a person's magical energy seeps through them, and in a diffusion like osmosis it settles in the fluids connected to life. A low concentration in saliva, moderate in blood, and the highest in arousal fluid.

How many people have tasted the salt of her skin only to find a bitter, medicinal flavor instead of something normal? How many people have taken in her blood or her arousal and noticed the power within it? And then... how many have just not said anything about it? Some may consider her still human, but she sees herself warped and changed by her way of life enough to separate herself from them.]

I'd apologize to your taste buds, but you did yank me around earlier.

[Says the woman who lowered the partition ready for a fight. Either way, what he'll find of her body is more telling than what a look will give. Touching her with any sort of pressure will reveal that under the soft layer of fat that keeps her figure smooth and girlish is actual muscle. Honed and cared for to utilize her body like a weapon just as everything else in her life. Rin only trains up to a certain point — intent on keeping her silhouette soft and unassuming. Utilizing the fact that others will underestimate her.

She's also warm. Blood pumping from the earlier confrontation, and adrenaline still coursing through her as their bet keeps the spirit of competition fresh. Beyond that is the fact that... while Chobe may look mangled, he's still got plenty of points of interest. The muscle she feels under her palms as her hands sink from his abs down to his hips stirs her just as much as the thrill of winning. Her hands grab for the button of his dress pants in tandem with him learning she didn't wear any panties under that hose. All she has on her now is the sweater dress and a bra.]

[Oh, he's in for a treat. It's not the exact same magic system, hell, he wouldn't call it magic at all. But every person, at their core, has a latent energy called tao, or chi by some. Not all can access it, but Chobe? He's got an excessive reserve of it, able to use it for superhuman feats and pulling off his monster plant tricks. For normal people, it can easily be depleted, and takes time to stock back up. Chobe generally doesn't have that problem, but he still takes care to create more and more when he can. . .via touch, locking lips, and of course, love making.

Which is really just a long winded way of saying: fucking never tires him out, it just powers him up. It's like if a good latte delivered an orgasm and a caffeine boost!

So there's no bitter aftertaste to her blood, just wide eyed surprise and excitement. He doesn't know what's going on with her, but he knows now he wants more of it. She's not as fragile and porcelain as he initially thought, and he massages at her skin as he tries unhooking the bra under there. Don't rush don't rush don't rush, he keeps telling himself that, made more difficult with her hands getting his pants off.

He could snipe back at her with words, but nah, that's a waste. Instead he switches gears, forcing his tongue in her mouth to get more of her flavor, and give her a lingering taste of her own blood.]

[Funnily enough they're similar in having excess, too. Kind of. It has been said that, "if a normal mage has 25 units of energy, Tohsaka has 500". Though typically her power reaches its peak at 2am, and frequently she "drains" her energy and converts it to gems so that she may commit feats of magecraft more powerful than the human body can channel.

In any case, the taste of her own blood doesn't shock her. Its metallic flavor familiar enough not to bother her as he explores her mouth. In turn her own tongue presses against his. Meeting him and his challenge directly. She only breaks the kiss when she becomes frustrated. Even if he's able to remove her bra by himself, she'll still need to shed it. As such she grabs her clothes to discard them entirely.

This reveals her suit mark and the inverted fertility rune.]

Get rid of yours, too. Before I do.

[She's not above blasting someone's clothes off.]

Haah? That eager to lose?

[He almost wants to deny her the satisfaction, and frankly, if she could magic his pants off that's just more points in her favor. A+ magic trick, do it again. But nah, he complies, already tired of holding back longer than he's used to. Time to banish all that to the floor, revealing his own suit, a diamond starting at his navel and trailing down to his groin. And hey, the carpet matches the curtains!

His eyes are on the prize though: ie her tits. He is a simple man, he sees boobs, he appreciates them. The elaborate design of the suit is curious but not nearly as inviting as the rest of her, and he buries his head to take in her scent, kissing his way from a nipple, to her collarbone, and then up to her ear, ending with a hiss of a whisper.]

Remember, I warned ya.

[That's the last warning she gets before the skin on one of his arms slits open, and a vine creeps out, zipping forward to wrap around one of her wrists. This one lacks the thorns from earlier but binds just as tightly, though she still has more than enough slack to move and reciprocate. He just doesn't want her getting any ideas about leaving until he hears her pleasure. Hope she wasn't expecting lube or some such--Chobe raw dogs it, swollen and hard as he parts her legs and begins ramming it in.]

[Her first moment of surprise is his effort to restrain her. The binding, not quite restricting her movement just yet, is more curious than anything. As such she's distracted by it when he finally drives in.

Luckily enough for them both the spirited banter and the biting got her going some. She won't be prepared when he thrusts into her core, but he'll at least pick up that Rin isn't completely dry. As such, she simply gasps in surprise rather than complaining or yelping in pain.]

What the hell? You know you're going to make this real easy for me to win if you keep that up!

Ya think so? Exciting! Cuz I wanna see how long you can hold out like this.

[A cheeky, fangy grin. Challenge more than accepted--exhaustion isn't an issue for him, after all, and her being even a little slick already is promising enough. His thrusts are far from gentle, but at the moment slow and rhythmic. He's also not ready to neglect the rest of her, running rough hands over her skin before going back for the neck.

The binding is mostly to keep her close and tethered, not restrict her fully, but he's not bothered if she doesn't try anything. He almost hopes she keeps bitching--all the more motivation to draw it out for her.]

Tch— All I have to do is... not scream, right?

[A pause in her words. A hitch in her breath. She's clearly not completely disengaged. In fact his rough treatment (unfortunately?) entices her. The self loathing she masks with haughty pride revels in the hard, unrelenting way he fucks her. She deserves it, doesn't she? For being a subpar sister, mage, and for having such an ill-natured personality.

Well, if he's not restraining her completely, then she'll try and egg him on. Encourage him to finish before her. As such, both her hands come up to his chest. For now just to palm his pecs and assess how big he is.]

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